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Famous Barb Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Barb poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous barb poems. These examples illustrate what a famous barb poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Service, Robert William
...Bill! you don't suppose
I'm scared of that there `babbling brook'? Whatever you say -- goes."

A real live man was Barb-wire Bill, with insides copper-lined;
For "barb-wire" was the brand of "hooch" to which he most inclined.
They knew him far; his igloos are on Kittiegazuit strand.
They knew him well, the tribes who dwell within the Barren Land.
From Koyokuk to Kuskoquim his fame was everywhere;
And he did love, all life above, that little Julie Claire,
The ...Read more of this...



by Byron, George (Lord)
...ais to me: 
Borne by my steed, or wafted by my sail, 
Across the desert, or before the gale, 
Bound where thou wilt, my barb! or glide, my prow! 
But be the star that guides the wanderer, Thou! 
Thou, my Zuleika! share and bless my bark; 
The Dove of peace and promise to mine ark! 
Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, 
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! 
The evening beam that smiles the cloud away, 
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray! 
Blest — as the Mu...Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...kin' some letters almost
As much as a mile to the post,
An' "mind you come back with the change!"
     Me!

Me that saw Barberton took
When we dropped through the clouds on their 'ead,
An' they 'ove the guns over and fled --
Me that was through Di'mond I'll,
An' Pieters an' Springs an' Belfast --
From Dundee to Vereeniging all --
Me that stuck out to the last
(An' five bloomin' bars on my chest) --
I am doin' my Sunday-school best,
By the 'elp of the Squire an' 'is wife
(Not ...Read more of this...

by Plath, Sylvia
...here you
Put your foot, your root, 
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw. 

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene 

An engine, an engine, 
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew. 

The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna 
Are n...Read more of this...

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...ng in the light 
 Of thy looks, my love; 
 It panted for thee like the hind at noon 
 For the brooks, my love. 
Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight, 
 Bore thee far from me; 
 My heart, for my weak feet were weary soon, 
 Did companion thee. 

Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed, 
 Or the death they bear, 
 The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove 
 With the wings of care; 
In the battle, in the darkness, in the need, 
 Shall mine cl...Read more of this...



by Shelley, Percy Bysshe
...ing in the light 
Of thy looks my love; 
It panted for thee like the hind at noon 
For the brooks my love. 
Thy barb whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight 5 
Bore thee far from me; 
My heart for my weak feet were weary soon  
Did companion thee. 

Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed  
Or the death they bear 10 
The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove 
With the wings of care; 
In the battle in the darkness in the need  
Shall mine ...Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...right,
 But yet it somehow sickens me,
For I 'ave learned at Waterval
 The meanin' of captivity.

Be'ind the pegged barb-wire strands,
 Beneath the tall electric light,
We used to walk in bare-'ead bands,
 Explainin' 'ow we lost our fight;
 An' that is what they'll do to-night
 Upon the steamer out at sea,
If I 'ave learned at Waterval
 The meanin' of captivity.

They'll never know the shame that brands--
 Black shame no liven'' down makes white--
The mockin' from the...Read more of this...

by Keats, John
...ds and tides can I avail:---
But thou canst.---Be thou therefore in the van
Of circumstance; yea, seize the arrow's barb
Before the tense string murmur.---To the earth!
For there thou wilt find Saturn, and his woes.
Meantime I will keep watch on thy bright sun,
And of thy seasons be a careful nurse."---
Ere half this region-whisper had come down,
Hyperion arose, and on the stars
Lifted his curved lids, and kept them wide
Until it ceas'd; and still he kept them...Read more of this...

by Graves, Robert
...lican 
Of lonely piety. 
Basilisk, cockatrice, 
Flocked to his homilies, 
With mail of dread device,
With monstrous barb?d slings, 
With eager dragon-eyes; 
Great rats on leather wings 
And poor blind broken things, 
Foul in their miseries.
And ever with Him went, 
Of all His wanderings 
Comrade, with ragged coat, 
Gaunt ribs—poor innocent— 
Bleeding foot, burning throat,
The guileless old scapegoat; 
For forty nights and days 
Followed in Jesus’ ways, 
Sure guard beh...Read more of this...

by Duncan, Robert
...me, 
sewn round with bells, jangling when I move.
She rides with her little falcon upon her wrist. 
She uses a barb that brings me to cower. 
She sends me abroad to try my wings 
and I come back to her. I would bring down 
the little birds to her
I may not tear into, I must bring back perfectly.

I tear at her wrist with my beak to draw blood, 
and her eye holds me, anguisht, terrifying. 
She draws a limit to my flight.
Never beyond my sight, she ...Read more of this...

by Yeats, William Butler
...oots down;
What shudders run through all that animal blood?
What is this sacrifice? Can someone there
Recall the Cretan barb that pierced a star?

Rich foliage that the starlight glittered through,
A frenzied crowd, and where the branches sprang
A beautiful seated boy; a sacred bow;
A woman, and an arrow on a string;
A pierced boy, image of a star laid low.
That woman, the Great Mother imaging,
Cut out his heart. Some master of design
Stamped boy and tree upon Sicilia...Read more of this...

by Sandburg, Carl
...good-morning to the horses hauling wagons of rutabaga to market.
They are mine, the old zigzag rail fences, the new barb wire.. . .
The cornhuskers wear leather on their hands.
There is no let-up to the wind.
Blue bandannas are knotted at the ruddy chins.

Falltime and winter apples take on the smolder of the five-o’clock November sunset: falltime, leaves, bonfires, stubble, the old things go, and the earth is grizzled.
The land and the peo...Read more of this...

by Sandburg, Carl
...e and blood is the mix of steel.

 The birdmen drone
 in the blue; it is steel
 a motor sings and zooms.

Steel barb-wire around The Works.
Steel guns in the holsters of the guards at the gates of The Works.
Steel ore-boats bring the loads clawed from the earth by steel, lifted and lugged by arms of steel, sung on its way by the clanking clam-shells.
The runners now, the handlers now, are steel; they dig and clutch and haul; they hoist their automatic knuc...Read more of this...

by Bryant, William Cullen
...Marion leads¡ª 
The glitter of their rifles  
The scampering of their steeds. 40 
'T is life to guide the fiery barb 
Across the moonlit plain; 
'T is life to feel the night-wind 
That lifts his tossing mane. 
A moment in the British camp¡ª 45 
A moment¡ªand away 
Back to the pathless forest  
Before the peep of day. 

Grave men there are by broad Santee  
Grave men with hoary hairs; 50 
Their hearts are all with Marion  
For Marion are their praye...Read more of this...

by Plath, Sylvia
...orne; let idiots
Reel giddy in bedlam spring:
She withdrew neatly.

And round her house she set
Such a barricade of barb and check
Against mutinous weather
As no mere insurgent man could hope to break
With curse, fist, threat
Or love, either....Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...ais to me: 
Borne by my steed, or wafted by my sail, 
Across the desert, or before the gale, 
Bound where thou wilt, my barb! or glide, my prow! 
But be the star that guides the wanderer, Thou! 
Thou, my Zuleika! share and bless my bark; 
The Dove of peace and promise to mine ark! 
Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, 
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! 
The evening beam that smiles the cloud away, 
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray! 
Blest — as the Mu...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...he crag is won, no more is seen
His Christian crest and haughty mien.
'Twas but an instant he restrained
That fiery barb so sternly reined;
'Twas but a moment that he stood,
Then sped as if by death pursued;
But in that instant 0'er his soul
Winters of memory seemed to roll,
And gather in that drop of time
A life of pain, an age of crime.
O'er him who loves, or hates, or fears,
Such moment pours the grief of years:
What felt he then, at once opprest
By all that most d...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...you think as we peddle a card of pins the counter will fade away,
And again we'll be seeing the sand-bag rims, and the barb-wire's misty grey?
As a flat voice asks for a pound of tea, don't you fancy we'll hear instead
The night-wind moan and the soothing drone of the packet that's overhead?

Don't you guess that the things we're seeing now will haunt us through all the years;
Heaven and hell rolled into one, glory and blood and tears;
Life's pattern picked with a scarlet th...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...against you rise in arms: 
Word-peckers, paper-rats, book-scorpions, 
Of wit corrupted, the unfashioned sons. 
The barb?d censurers begin to look 
Like the grim consistory on thy book; 
And on each line cast a reforming eye, 
Severer than the young presbytery. 
Till when in vain they have thee all perused, 
You shall, for being faultless, be accused. 
Some reading your Lucasta will allege 
You wronged in her the House's privelege. 
Some that you under sequest...Read more of this...

by Kipling, Rudyard
...,
 Only the dust of their wheels,
Only a bolted commando,
 Only our guns at their heels . . .
Only a little barb-wire,
 Only a natural fort,
Only "by sections retire,"
 Only "regret to report! "

 Then mock not the .African kopje,
 Especially when it is twins,
 One sharp and one table-topped kopje
 For that's where the trouble begins.
 You never can be, etc.


Only two African kopjes
 Baited the same as before--
Only we've had it so often,
 Only we're ...Read more of this...

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